And this evening was gentle
And the city that is not yet covered in snow
Wrapped me up
I dealt with thoughts
And he, as it turned out
Was there all the time
And insinuating glance
Watched over me
I think he knew something
I was silent for a long time
I was looking for someone with my eyes
Clutched phone in hand
But he didn’t call
Or called, but not He …
Tired … Lips barely whispered
I was tired, and suddenly I was just gone …
And the City found me. And returned
And said “Stop acting up
If you want to disappear again – let me know)
And just warmed up. And led him
Under the warm coat of sleepy alleys
To where I won’t meet you again
And the city whispered “don’t be sorry”…